There was a old lady called Molly
who slept upon her shopping trolley
on a sheet of pure silk
with a glass of hot milk
but there was never room for old Wally.
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Author:
Teddy.15 (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Another shot at Limerick 🤣
- Category: Humor
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Comments1
Love limericks Teddy and here you have another. Unfortunately the preceding message is all too true where a peace treaty is merely an armistice and there is only victory in unconditional surrender. Nicely done my friend
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